Grace After Dinner
A Dog's Religion
His Duel With Captain D'esterre
A Certificate Of Marriage
A Mistaken Frenchman
The Serenading Lover
A Courtier's Retort
His Defence Of Archibald Hamilton Rowan
His Reception At The Rotundo By The Volunteers
O'leary Versus Curran
His First Client
Curran At A Debating Society
His Interview With Daniel Danser
His Duel With Bully Egan
O'connell And A Bilking Client
Random Irish Humour
O'leary And The Quakers
The Prince Of Wales
Swift's Queer Testimonial To His Servant
Employment Of Informers
Chief Justice Whitshed's Motto On His Coach
Irish Humour Home
Libertas et natale solum.
Liberty and my native country.
Libertas et natale solum;
Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em:
Could nothing but thy chief reproach
Serve for a motto on thy coach?
But let me now the words translate:
Natale solum:--my estate:
My dear estate, how well I love it!
My tenants, if you doubt, will prove it.
They swear I am so kind and good,
I hug them till I squeeze their blood.
Libertas bears a large import:
First, how to swagger in a court;
And, secondly, to show my fury
Against an uncomplying Jury;
And, thirdly, 'tis a new invention
To favor Wood, and keep my pension:
And fourthly, 'tis to play an odd trick,
Get the Great Seal, and turn out Brod'rick.
And, fifthly, you know whom I mean,
To humble that vexatious Dean;
And, sixthly, for my soul to barter it
For fifty times its worth to Carteret.
Now since your motto thus you construe,
I must confess you've spoken once true.
Libertas et natale solum,
You had good reason when you stole 'em.
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